One morning, one morning, one morning in may. I spied a young couple, a'wandrin' away. One was a lady, as fair as can be. The other was a soldier, and a brave lad was he. Said the soldier to the lady, "where are you goin'?" Just down by the orchard, just down by the tree. Just down by the orchard, just down by the tree. To see the water's flighting, hear the nightingales sing. They had not been there, not an hour or two, till from his satchel a fiddle he drew, he played a message that made the hills ring. Hark, hark, said the lady hear the nightingales sing. Said the lady to the soldier, will you marry me? Oh no cried the soldier that never can be. I've a wife in columbus, and children twice-three. One wife is plenty, too many for me. Young lady young lady take warning by me. Don't place your affection on a soldier so free. Don't place your affection on a soldeir so free. You'll be deceived like mine has done me.